The Surgeon's Studio c1-799

by Black Ursa Prime

  'It's just a cold,' Zheng Ren thought.

  However, every muscle and joint on his body was sore, and his head felt heavy, which made him feel uncomfortable.

  Very uncomfortable…

  Feng Xuhui was quick with his tasks. He was at the doorstep within twenty minutes.

  Zheng Ren struggled to get up and open the door for him.

  Feng Xuhui was taken aback upon seeing Zheng Ren's mentally exhausted, sallow expression. The concentration and finesse of the man who had practically devoured his imaging films yesterday were absent.

  Zheng Ren's body temperature was at 38.6 degrees Celsius. Feng Xuhui boiled water for him to take his antipyretics and asked the front desk for fresh, dry bed sheets so that he could rest up.

  "Chief Zheng, it's best that you don't perform surgery today." Feng Xuhui's heart ached as he said the words.

  He had really hoped for Zheng Ren to perform surgery today, and even to win the competition, if possible.

  That way, his efforts would not have been in vain.

  Last night, he had even been contemplating his bright future in the company if Chief Zheng did win the surgery contest.

  However, as he looked at Zheng Ren's sickly visage, Feng Xuhui knew that it would be impossible for the man to complete a surgery even if he participated.

  This was not an appendectomy that a surgeon could complete in mere minutes, confidently setting down their scalpel on the sterile surgical dr.a.p.e next to the patient's t.h.i.g.h and letting their surgical assistant handle subsequent procedures with ease.

  One had to wear a lead apron weighing a few kilograms to even perform interventional radiology.

  Ordinary surgeons could barely perform an operation for one to two hours in a heavy lead apron, let alone a man with a fever at 38.6 degrees Celsius. If Zheng Ren had to perform a surgery with such a load on him, would he die in the middle of the operation?

  Moreover, Zheng Ren had gone through seven patients' imaging films yesterday.

  As far as Feng Xuhui was concerned, Zheng Ren would not be able to make it to the surgery, which saddened him greatly.

  However, when Su Yun woke up later and noticed Zheng Ren's condition, he reacted with joy instead of dejection.

  Sometimes, he wished to see Zheng Ren taking the lead and showing Jin Yaowu and others their place, but during others, he wanted the man to quit surgery and return to Sea City together.

  His changes of mind were drastic, his thoughts inexplicable.

  "You can't perform surgery in your current state. I'm going to call Professor Pei, you just rest up now. Once you recover, I'll bring you to a few tourist attractions before we return to Sea City."

  "..." Zheng Ren had no clue why Su Yun did not want him to perform the surgery.

  It was certainly not due to jealousy as Zheng Ren could vaguely detect the pride in Su Yun's heart. This was a man who firmly believed that he could surpass anyone given time.

  This brat must have been upset again when Fang Lin had been stabbed the day before yesterday. The urge to compete and prevail over others during the meeting was simply a knee-jerk reaction that managed to come under control later.

  Perhaps he would just resign and establish a pet medical center upon his return to Sea City.

  The thought of Su Yun's resignation sent a chill down Zheng Ren's spine.

  When he imagined the nancy boy no longer being there to watch over postoperative patients, pen and paper in hand while his black bangs danced in the air… Zheng Ren felt a sense of loss. He had overlooked the nancy boy's importance.

  Moreover, he had gotten used to having an assistant in surgery.

  Every man had his habits.

  "I can still rescue those patients," Zheng Ren joked, which was rare in itself, but was even colder than the icy wind outside the building.

  The stale joke made Su Yun's expression stony flat.

  "Why are you torturing yourself when you're having a fever? Just lie down and rest," said Su Yun angrily.

  Any woman who heard Su Yun's tone would have gotten a gleam in her eyes.

  However, Zhang Ren, who had an unalterable s.e.x.u.a.l orientation, remained unaffected and smiled. "It's just a minor issue. Why so serious?"

  "You're crazy. I'm going to call Professor Pei now." Su Yun was exasperated.

  "Don't," Zheng Ren said, "I'll feel better after I sweat it out, and I think I'll recover completely after finishing those surgeries."

  "..."

  "Resting on the bed will slow down my recovery, so I should be exercising instead." Zheng Ren started waffling while maintaining a stern expression. "Don't bother me. I'll make myself sweat and have breakfast later before attending the surgery.

  "By the way, what time does the surgery begin?"

  "Half-past seven at the research institute." Su Yun remained expressionless. Even if he did inform Professor Pei, he was fully aware that he could not stop the idiotic Zheng Ren from going to the research institute.

  What a twat!

  "Okay, I'll wake up at seven." Zheng Ren's decision was final.

  The antipyretic had caused him to begin sweating profusely, and he woke up at seven o'clock in the morning feeling much better.

  However, various kinds of breakfast Feng Xuhui bought failed to whet Zheng Ren's appetite.

  He forced himself to swallow a bit of each dish as if he was taking medicine.

  Zheng Ren had learned his lesson from the nitrite poisoning event, and had no d.e.s.i.r.e to embarrass himself in front of the renowned experts from Imperial and Sorcery Capital.

  If he did faint while performing surgery… That would not be fun.

  Thus, he reluctantly shoved the food down his throat.

  'Chief Zheng looks disgusted with the food, is it that awful?' Feng Xuhui panicked, unable to discern the truth from his limited social experience.

  After breakfast, Zheng Ren changed into dry innerwear and put on the coat that Xie Yiren had delivered before heading to the institute with a black-faced Su Yun and cautious Feng Xuhui.

  Even though it was not yet half-past seven, most doctors, including a few elderly professors, had already arrived.

  Professor Pei noticed Zheng Ren and waved his hand. "Zheng Ren."

  Zheng Ren forced a smile, attempting to make himself look more presentable, before he approached Professor Pei and bowed.

  "I heard that you encountered a terrible incident two days ago?" Professor Pei looked indignant as he recalled it.

  Empathy was a natural feeling, and doctors always put themselves in victims' shoes whenever such incidents occurred.

  "Yes." Zheng Ren nodded.

  "I heard the story. You performed very well, and you were even injured because of it." Professor Pei consoled Zheng Ren, "You should rest up and not perform surgery today."

  Zheng Ren immediately replied, "I'm fine, Professor Pei."

  "Young man, don't be too hard on yourself."

  "I'm really fine." Before Zheng Ren could continue explaining himself, Su Yun, who was answering a call, approached him with a peculiar expression and said, "Old Zhao wants to speak to you…"

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  Chapter 205 - Don’t Worry, I’m Here (Part 2 of 5)

  "What's wrong?" Zheng Ren was surprised. Zhao Yunlong was looking for him? Were they familiar with each other?

  He took over the phone and heard Zhao Yunlong's thick and gravelly voice on the other end.

  "Boss Zheng,
the patient you diagnosed on the plane is somewhat unstable. Can you please come and take a look at him in your free time?"

  Zheng Ren was stunned. Cui Heming? Today was post-op day three, and any postoperative complications would have appeared much earlier. What had happened?

  "Brother Zhao, can you be more specific?" asked Zheng Ren.

  "Every single time the sedatives wore off, the patient would make a heart sign and trigger agitation, causing fresh blood to flow into the drainage chamber. 100mL of blood was drained yesterday, and he is agitated again today. Repeated sedation isn't good for his cardiopulmonary recovery, either," said Zhao Yunlong, audibly distressed.

  After a brief moment of hesitation, he added doubtfully. "A nurse suggested that maybe the patient wasn't signing a heart, but rather, a square…"

  "Okay." Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, Zheng Ren agreed without hesitation.

  Previously in Sea City, the patient with avascular necrosis of the femoral head had addressed him as "Doctor Fang1", so this bizarre situation was not a surprise.

  Professor Pei was also dumbfounded. How had Zheng Ren familiarized himself with various mid-level cadres in the hospital when he had only been in Imperial Capital for a few days?

  'Young men are indeed energetic,' Professor Pei thought with a smile.

  Zheng Ren apologized to Professor Pei before taking his leave.

  Su Yun frowned. What was so important that Zheng Ren had to deal with it now rather than after the surgery, which was about to begin soon? Was he still planning to participate in that?

  This idiot… Su Yun truly had no idea what to think of Zheng Ren as he rarely encountered such a person in his lifetime.

  Was he pure? Probably.

  An attitude unbroken by the almighty Chengdu could indeed be considered pure.

  Su Yun lowered his head and trailed Zheng Ren. He had vaguely overheard Zhao Yunlong's suggestion and disapproved of it, assuming that the nurse was simply making conjectures.

  There were many possible reasons behind the patient's agitation, and he was going to take a look as well.

  In his opinion, the thoracic surgery department care unit was incompetent, and the patient's agitation was most likely caused by increased pressure from an acc.u.mulation of distilled water in the patient's ventilation tube or simply due to the presence of sputum in his respiratory tract.

  Soon, they reached the care unit in the thoracic surgery department.

  Apart from the ICU, most departments in the largest, top tier Class Three Grade A hospitals in the country had their own care units to monitor their patients' postoperative recoveries.

  Surgeons' thorough understandings of their patients' conditions would hasten recovery to a certain extent as well.

  Zheng Ren wiped away his sweat upon entering the care unit.

  A sheen of sweat had gathered on his forehead after the brisk walk.

  Illness could weaken and incapacitate even the strongest person for days.

  Zheng Ren changed his attire and put on a cap and a mask before entering the care unit.

  Even for a department care unit, there were more than twenty patients in it at a scale much larger than the ICU of Sea City General Hospital, the place responsible for cleaning up every mess in the building.

  Upon seeing their entry, Zhao Yunlong greeted them and shook Zheng Ren's hand. "I'm sorry to trouble you, Boss Zheng. Eh? You have a fever?"

  Zhao Yunlong had immediately detected the anomalous temperature of Zheng Ren's palm.

  "It's nothing. Let's take a look at the patient." Zheng Ren waved his hand and approached Cui Heming under Zhao Yunlong's guidance.

  Despite the mechanical ventilator beeping repeatedly, Cui Heming's blood oxygen saturation was only at 92 percent. There was also nothing wrong with the closed c.h.e.s.t drainage system with bright blood clearly visible within the drainage tube.

  Zheng Ren noticed that approximately 60mL of blood had been drained from the cavity.

  Theoretically speaking, extubation was possible when there was less than 50mL of fluid in the drainage chamber. However, there was already this much in the early morning; how much blood would be drained at the end of the day? A few hundred milliliters?

  "Fluid drained under sedation wasn't much," Zhao Yunlong said, "Boss Zheng, please examine him. Otherwise, we'll have to perform a tracheostomy and have him recover more slowly."

  Zheng Ren first scanned the equipment and got closer to Cui Heming's bed.

  Cui Heming was wide awake but unable to speak due to the ventilation tube in his mouth and the nasogastric tube in one of his nostrils.

  Zheng Ren's arrival aggravated Cui Heming's agitation, causing the alarm to blare through the ventilator and monitors.

  Zhao Yunlong furrowed his brow.

  Meanwhile, Su Yun examined the subtle details often skimmed over, such as the acc.u.mulation of vapor in the tubes behind the ventilator, or…

  "Don't worry, I'm here." Zheng Ren stared into Cui Heming's eyes and said seriously, "Everything is fine now. If all goes well, you can be extubated tomorrow and transferred out of the care unit in a few days."

  Cui Heming's agitation dropped significantly. He repeatedly blinked his eyes as if trying to convey a message to Zheng Ren.

  Zheng Ren grabbed his hand and smiled. "Relax. We survived the danger on the plane, and now that the surgery is over, nothing will happen to you. I can't stay here to look after you, but when something happens, I'll come to you immediately. I promise."

  After the brief conversation, Cui Heming tried his best to nod and calm down.

  "That's right, maintain this state of mind. I know prolonged bed rest isn't comfortable, but it's necessary. Rest up, and you will get better soon." Zheng Ren firmly squeezed Cui Heming's hand before releasing his grip.

  Cui Heming slowly closed his eyes, no longer signing hearts or feeling agitated.

  The alarms of the ventilator and monitors immediately weakened, and within a minute, all readings normalized and the blood oxygen saturation went up to 98 percent.

  Upon seeing this abnormal change,

  Both Su Yun and Zhao Yunlong were flabbergasted.

  What the heck?

  The nurse's speculation had been right all along?

  The patient merely wanted to see Zheng Ren?

  Zhao Yunlong could not believe it. He was the surgeon in charge, but Zheng Ren's words carried more weight than his endless diatribes.

  This… This was outrageous!

  Zheng Ren gave a few more words of comfort to Cui Heming. Seeing that his condition had stabilized, he informed Cui Heming that he would visit tomorrow before making a gesture and slowly leaving the room.

  Upon exiting the care unit, Su Yun stared at Zheng Ren as if he was looking at a monster.

  "What's wrong?"

  "How did you bewitch that man?" It was the best descriptor Su Yun could come up with after thinking for a long time.

  Zhao Yunlong, who was standing beside them, nodded in agreement.

  Despite having worked in the medical field for years, he rarely encountered patients who had an intense urge to meet someone after postoperatively regaining consciousness.

  An intimacy stronger than blood relations… was truly uncommon.

  He could not have foreseen the nurse's speculation being correct.

  The patient had actually been trying to sign a square to indicate that he wanted to see Zheng Ren.

  It was utterly incomprehensible.

  "I've no idea, either." Zheng Ren shook his head, exhausted, and changed his shoes. "Perhaps he trusts me after what we've been through on the plane? Maybe it's due to the fact that I diagnosed his mother's condition correctly as well."

  Zheng Ren's excuse sounded far-fetched, but that was his only explanation at the moment.

  "By the way, Boss Zheng, you're having a fever," Zhao Yunlong said, "Is it due to your wound getting infected?"

  "I suspect it's just a cold as my clothes were damaged two days ago. I'
ll recover in a few days. Don't worry," replied Zheng Ren.

  For the past two days, with an exception being the welcoming dinner for Su Yun, Zhao Yunlong had been keeping an eye on Fang Lin. Not only was he grateful to Zheng Ren, he was also reluctant to let the man go after witnessing the "miraculous" incident today.

  He forced Zheng Ren to the dressing room and personally changed the man's wound dressing.

  The wound appeared inflamed and swollen, but there were no signs of infection, which relieved Zhao Yunlong significantly.

  After that, Zheng Ren bid goodbye to him and quickly made a phone call to inquire about the situation in the research institute. can be translated as "square". The patient who called Zheng Ren "Dr. Fang", and now Cui Heming, could have been using "square" to address / denote Zheng Ren as both sounds are close to each other.

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  Chapter 206 - Master Mu, You’re Good (Part 3 of 5)

  "Let's go to the interventional radiology suite," Su Yun said just as Zheng Ren was about to make the call.

  "Okay." How did Su Yun know? Zheng Ren had no clue and could not be bothered to ask the nancy boy, who would surely respond with sarcasm.

  "Just try your best, and remember, giving up doesn't mean failure," Su Yun advised along the way.

  "Is it legal for us to perform surgery here?" asked Zheng Ren upon realizing the potentially major issues that could arise.

  Su Yun smirked. "It's too late for you to think of that now."

  "..."

  "The patients have signed informed consent doc.u.ments long ago. None disagreed after knowing that the top experts in the country will be performing surgery on them. Our medical certificates, licenses to practice, and both photocopies of and original identity cards have been submitted to the medical administration division for the record as well. There won't be any problems," Su Yun added.